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Ozay... Wiz... Roll up ladies and gentleman... Spitta You think you got the bond cause I rolled you a joint? I smoke with all mine, baby girl whats your point? Don't front You in the back of a long line Trying to get in cause only members inside Trees get twisted up like fingers and gang signs Purple kushes broke my fall I fell from a grape vine Super high, from the free throw line I'm Drexler status, glide, ducking espionage Many jelous eyes scrutinize the rise But the jets in the house like the curtains and the blinds. It hurts to see me shine that's why they frowning all the time In they internet videos digital see befores Angry orangutan I'm arranging my sneakers I'm the action on the court You the gum stuck to the bleachers I think I'm Paul Pierce, I think I'm Rondo High off the headband you dying on that hydro Cuz we are... we are... super hiiiigh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah I thought of this fresh off a bong rip Letras de cancionesMy bitch next to me, getting undressed for me Running bath water playing her favorite songs while I get another one lit Don't usually smoke at all but you say tonight you'll take a hit that's understood From the smell and by what I payed, you know its good. Them niggas with me, they from the hood Now we throw parties in the sky, I'm on the 42nd floor now thats super high. Champagne, more paper planes than you could fly, Them young niggas fail soon as they try When the paparazzi flash I be countin all this cash Plotin a million and how to build a mountain out of hash, come on... All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) Cuz we are... we are... super hiiiigh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Rozay!! I'm gettin money no Illuminati My pain never went in vein it's all over my body Hit the spliff in my Mr. Bugatti Kick it with my little homies I'm Mr. Miyagi I gotta buy my niggas each a pound Tweakin up,??, pass the reefer around Spittin only lethal rounds, speakers beatin down Not talkin much as when I say my niggas eatin now Promoter gave me 40 thou, I think we even now Pina colada papers, smoke the garden of eden now Taylor gang is what we bleed about, jet setters in places you only read about. And now everywhere I go It's so strong they ask me where I get my smoke Bitches don't gotta guess they know I keep one rolled up, we can do what ever you want Smokin pina colada papers baby girl we don't fuck with the blunts... unless I'm with the boss If your lookin for me you could find me in the Guiness book, Only fly bitches ride with the boss take a look, I'm super fly... I'm super high, you get yours, I'm getting mine Super hiiiigh... super hiiiigh Ay yo waitress, I need another bottle of that Rozay, I need another bottle of that Rozay, I need another bottle of that Rozay, just order, just order, another bottle of that... rozay Wiz... spitta... uhh From Letras Mania